Luyện nghe bài hát If I Die Today

[Lil
44' bulldog, my fuckin pet
I point it at you and tell dat motha fucka
I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my
I get p**sy, mouth and ass, call dat triple threat
When I was in she let me call an collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to
Top down, it's upset been the world and n*gga I aint cum yet!
You f**k with me wrong, I knock head off your neck
The too long, I got a bed on the jet
The are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these with a reality check
Prepared for the but still praying for the best
game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money sleep so Weezy can't rest
An is my f**king address, huh

Ross]
I'm not a star, lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a in the car
I got a in the car

[Lil
Load up the choppers like it's 31st
Roll up and it and hit them n*ggas where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick
Big black nigga and an icy
Shoes on the coupe, b*tch i got a Nike
Counts the profits you bring 'em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordan's kick em off they be hot, swish!
I'm in the yellow b*tch, boss
In the red 911 looking
Red make b*tch n*gga sit down
Thought he was bullet proof till he got hit the fifth
palm olive in a n*gga dope
Make it come even harder than before
Baby I'm the only one that pays car notes
Well I got killers off in Chicago

Ross]
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
I got a in the car
I got a in the car

Wayne]
Load up the like it's December 31st
up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
if I die today, remember me John Lennon
in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil
Talk stupid get ya popped
I got that Esther, I'm red fox
Big bee's, Red Sox
I get money to time, dead clocks
f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k
Empty the clip than roll a up
pussy sweet, you n*ggas cinnabun
I'm in a red b*tch, she say she fin to cum
200 thou on a chain, I don't need a
banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, E
Five letters,
Bitch ass n*gga, ass n*gga
I see ya looking, whit yo looking ass
You the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today be a holiday

[Rick
I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a in the car
So don't make it come
Rip ya ass apart then I put myself
YMCMB, double M, we rich
The the bullet the more that b*tch gon bang
Red on the wall, when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I it to my bitch
My home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm santa
N*ggas round, I got gifts for all of y'all
Take it home and let it thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just you f**king up
It's a cold I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, huddle up

Wayne]
I'm not a star, lied, I got a chopper in the car